Picoult On The Couch
Snuggling on the couch with a good book, what could a girl love better? The cushions were cold against my hot skin, and after the earthquake of troubles I've been having at work, it was a welcome relief to get lost. Lost in a good book.
Currently reading My Sister's Keeper. I'm a late member to the Jodi Picoult fan club, but no less enthusiastic. Picoult's style of writing may not be in keeping with my ordinary run of literature - being springy and factual, with a minimum of social intercourse - but the intensity and reality of her work have left me breathless. Her characters are human, with so many endearing faults, I can't help but identify with at least one of them per book. At the moment, I am feeling Anna. Knowing what is the right thing to do, feeling guilty because you would rather selfishly do the wrong thing, wondering if someone is trying to save you, instead of you, always saving everyone else.
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Last night, I fell asleep with the book. On the couch of course. My glasses played a slip and slide game on my face through the night. My spirit stirred when I felt the touch of her lips on my forehead. I didn't wake, but I heard birds singing, and so I thought it must be early morn. I felt her play with my hair for a while longer, before leaving me to doze.
Sometimes being in a committed live-in relationship with a girl, feels like living with your mother. Sweet and loving as it is, both the mother and the girlfriend often put your health ahead of your comfort. What this means is that, many a time, she has pestered me awake to brush my teeth or sleep in my room. And so I can't tell you how warm I felt inside, when she didn't do either of those. She just kissed me goodnight, and went on her way. I felt the sweetness of oreos and mousse all mixed into my love for her.
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My love of books is one thing that I am proud of having passed on to my girlfriend. She is reading more and more, and carries her material with her everywhere, 'just in case'. Before this, she was almost anti-book. I remember the first time I dragged her to the bookstore, so that I could buy her something her to read. I laughed so hard that day, because the first books I chose for her were rated ages 3 and above.
My next goal is to move her from Women's Literature, to Fantasy Novels. Sadly for me, she still considers Fantasy to be a load of trash that her brain considers unabsorbable. In her own words, 'it's not real, why read it?' And I suppose that isn't such a bad take on the situation.
I love sitting down to dinner, one hand on the fork, one hand on my girlfriends wrist, and a book lying in front of me, while she does the same. Sometimes it gives me the sense of a bookish nerd club I always wished I belonged to, and at other times, it just makes me fall even deeper in love with her.
-Jacqueline
Currently reading My Sister's Keeper. I'm a late member to the Jodi Picoult fan club, but no less enthusiastic. Picoult's style of writing may not be in keeping with my ordinary run of literature - being springy and factual, with a minimum of social intercourse - but the intensity and reality of her work have left me breathless. Her characters are human, with so many endearing faults, I can't help but identify with at least one of them per book. At the moment, I am feeling Anna. Knowing what is the right thing to do, feeling guilty because you would rather selfishly do the wrong thing, wondering if someone is trying to save you, instead of you, always saving everyone else.
***
Last night, I fell asleep with the book. On the couch of course. My glasses played a slip and slide game on my face through the night. My spirit stirred when I felt the touch of her lips on my forehead. I didn't wake, but I heard birds singing, and so I thought it must be early morn. I felt her play with my hair for a while longer, before leaving me to doze.
Sometimes being in a committed live-in relationship with a girl, feels like living with your mother. Sweet and loving as it is, both the mother and the girlfriend often put your health ahead of your comfort. What this means is that, many a time, she has pestered me awake to brush my teeth or sleep in my room. And so I can't tell you how warm I felt inside, when she didn't do either of those. She just kissed me goodnight, and went on her way. I felt the sweetness of oreos and mousse all mixed into my love for her.
***
My love of books is one thing that I am proud of having passed on to my girlfriend. She is reading more and more, and carries her material with her everywhere, 'just in case'. Before this, she was almost anti-book. I remember the first time I dragged her to the bookstore, so that I could buy her something her to read. I laughed so hard that day, because the first books I chose for her were rated ages 3 and above.
My next goal is to move her from Women's Literature, to Fantasy Novels. Sadly for me, she still considers Fantasy to be a load of trash that her brain considers unabsorbable. In her own words, 'it's not real, why read it?' And I suppose that isn't such a bad take on the situation.
I love sitting down to dinner, one hand on the fork, one hand on my girlfriends wrist, and a book lying in front of me, while she does the same. Sometimes it gives me the sense of a bookish nerd club I always wished I belonged to, and at other times, it just makes me fall even deeper in love with her.
-Jacqueline
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